The moon was bright, the night was clear
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No breeze came over the sea
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When Mary left her highland home
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And wandered forth with me
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The flowers be-decked the mountainside
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And fragrance filled the vale
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But by far the sweetest flower there
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Was the Rose of Allendale
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Oh the Rose of Allendale
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Sweet Rose of Allendale
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By far the sweetest flower there
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Was the Rose of Allendale
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Where e'er I wandered east or west
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Though fate began to lour
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A solace still was she to me
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In sorrow's lonely hour
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When tempests lashed our lonely barque
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And rent her quivering sail
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One maiden's form withstood the storm
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'Twas the Rose of Allendale
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Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
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Sweet Rose of Allendale
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One maiden's form withstood the storm
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'Twas the Rose of Allendale
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And when my fever'd lips were parched
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On Afric's burning sands
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She whispered hopes of happiness
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And tales of distant lands
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My life has been a wilderness
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Unblessed by fortune's wheel
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Had fate not linked my love to hers
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The Rose of Allendale
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Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
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Sweet Rose of Allendale
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Had fate not linked my love to hers
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The Rose of Allendale
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Rose Of Allendale
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Mary Black |